The Camero

January 10, 2008
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There is a boy
Like most boys, he plays with Hot Wheels
His favorite car of them all is the yellow Camero
He races with the car, up and down the bright orange, plastic track

Suddenly, he feels a rush of adrenaline
He gets up and races across his play room
He sees the checkered finish line of his dreams,
But through different, glared eyes
As he crosses the finish line,
The other cars look at him with a smirk of envy
But they do not look upon a boy,
They look upon a shiny, yellow Camero





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